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menmarou Dec 2014
~Entry #1 12.02.14

Akala ko madali lang ang lahat. Ang yabang ko pa.. sabi ko mai-inlove din saken to. pero mali pala..
ako yung na-inlove eh.

Ang sakit pala, kasi ginawa ko na lahat ng kaya ko, lahat ng paraan para lang abutin siya, tulungan siya, kasi naiintindihan ko siya.. sobra.
Pero ang sakit pala kapag ikaw lang yung lumalaban. ikaw lang yung naghahangad ng happy ending, kasi sa dulo walang ganun, walang happy ending..
kasi nde pa siya maka move on.
ang masaklap pa nito ..
matatanggap ko pa sana kung yung mga umaaligid na babae kasi madali naman sila paalisin, pero yung kalabanin mo yung bababeng minahal niya ng sobra bago ka dumating..
nde ko kaya. ang sakit pala.
ang tanga ko kasi nde ko kayang magalit sa kanya, kasi hanggang ngayon naiintindihan ko pa din siya.
lintik na one sided to oh. nde ko alam na ganito pala kasakit ang mag mahal ng isang taong nde sayo..
let me rephrase that. taong nde magiging sayo
akala ko. yang word na yan, madaming namamatay diyan . isa na ako dun,
naniwala ako sa sarili ko na magiging okay ang lahat sa amin. pero nde pala..
ibang iba sa reality, kainis kasi eh napaka hopeless romantic ko kaya ayan kahit imposible sumugal..
pero nakita ko na kasi na ganito mangyayari eh,
nasa isip ko. "nde naman siguro ganon, kasi kahit papaano mahalaga na ako sa kanya, malay mo naman diba? mai-nlove"
Assuming din kasi ako, kasalanan ko din..
sa simula pa lang naman kasalanan ko na. Sinubukan ko kasi gusto ko siya eh. gustong gusto.
pero eto pa din ako, naghihintay, umaasa pa din ako kahit pinaliwanag niya na sa akin na nde pwede.
nakakulong kasi siya sa regret at pain in the past. sabi niya gusto niya lang daw ako "protektahan" lintek na.

Nasasaktan na ako eh. sobrang sakit.
welcome to SMP menma.
~unspoken feelings.
CharlesC Feb 2013
a morning conversation
with surprising anecdotes
of unique explorations..
reported confrontations
by science practitioners'
sudden dates with death..
now authoring testimonies
of their dimensional truth..
much comfort growing
from  ample recordings of
bright tunnel experience..
let us now inquire
are these flashing NDE's
consciousness leaps..?
might they point
to death's vital role..
at last finding
real self-awareness..
life in this moment..?

asking then..
is not each breath
our moment experience
of near death...?
See Dr. Eban Alexander
Proof of Heaven
Francie Lynch Mar 2015
The year following
Jimmy's death
(my first encounter,
and my little brother),
I smothered myself
In every read on
Parapsychology,
Astral beings,
OBE's, NDE's,
And plasma projections,
Reincarnation and all
Aberations.
I awarded myself
An Honorary Doctorate
In ******* (Ph. D.B.S.).
Then I met ****** Mary,
As the police called her.
Her keen abilities
Recovered bodies
And the snatchers.
She had a dead-on reputation.
She spoke German and gesticulated
Wildly while she oracled.
Her husband translated simultaneously.
Her sun-room shone,
There were plants on
Every table. No candles.
Perhaps I was mesmerized.
She had one message for me
From the other side:
     Tell Francie to leave me alone.

Marlene
(my darling little sister,
And my next encounter),
Had a dream the very same
Day I saw my seer.
She dreamt Jimmy
Was alone,
Crying at home,
And through his tears
She clearly hears:
     Tell Francie to leave me alone.

****** Mary was free,
That's right... no fee.
She said her gift
Was for sharing,
And she shared
Her gift with me.
True story. I have left him alone all these many years. "There are more things on heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy, Horatio." (Hamlet)
Francie Lynch May 2014
I'm beside myself,
What can I do?
Having an OBE
Because of you.

I'm next to an idiot,
The blame lies with you;
Like an NDE,
I'm leaving you.

Is this a dream?
My life's askew;
I'm not what I seem
Because of you.

My body of bliss
Roams looking for you;
My love for you made
An astral breakthrough.

I'm on a spiritual walk
On a plane that's new;
This plane will crack
If I'm snapped back to you.

A paranormal snafu
That won't do;
But I'll return
When my body's near you.
Where am I?

Where do you think you are?

I don’t know, that is why I am asking you.

You are where you wanted to be.

But what does that mean?

Oh I think you understand.

Is this an NDE – a Near Death experience?

There is no such thing, you are either here or you are alive.
There is no in between. There is no such thing as - Near Death.


OK, is this an after life experience?

What would you have it to be?

Am I dead?

Do you feel dead?

No, I feel very much alive.
Again I ask you, where am I?

You are where you wanted to be.
You are in the now, the one you created.


What does that mean?

You are here in the everything.
You have become the everything.
There is no longer anything that you are not
And in this new experience, this ALE – as you choose to call it –
You are experiencing the grandeur of yourself.


But I am not anything grand.

Oh yes you are for the almighty has been and is now experiencing
Himself/Herself – through you.
In my purest form – I am the absolute.
And in that, you too are a part of that absolution.
I am absolutely everything.


Are you God?

From this absolute purest form, I am whatever you make of me.

What do you want?

I don’t want anything of you.
I simply want what you want.


I want peace.

To find peace you have to also be everything.

I can’t be everything.

But you already are.
If you are not everything, then there is something to need,
Something to want, something to demand.
And from there – you cannot have peace.
For without everything one can only create chaos.
And I am everything that I am and that includes you for
To be every thing one must also be any thing.


If I am this every thing – am I not as you made me?

What do you make of yourself?

Somehow I remember you made of me.
I see myself now in purest form – the one I cannot forget.
The one I am now returned to.
Anything else of me must be fiction.
Something I made up.

Is the one you made up a jealous person?

Sometimes.

Are you jealous now?

Who could be jealous when one has and is everything?

Is the one you made up in life an angry – wrathful person?

Sometimes.

Are you angry now?

What would cause me to be angry when I no longer can be hurt
Or damaged in any way?

Is the one you made up in life a vengeful person?

Sometimes, I guess.

Are you vengeful now?

Who would I take out my vengeance on?
Am I not a part of the everything?
Do we wish to punish me for what I was?

Why would I want punish you – a part of me
That I have created?
And even if you considered yourself apart from me,
Why would I create you and then give you the freedom
Of choice to create whatever you wish to experience,
Then punish you forever for making the wrong choice?


That’s what I’ve been taught.

I tell you this, I would not do such a thing.
And in that truth let it free your heart from
The fear and tyranny of a jealous, vengeful and angry God.
For in your purest form, those are not your attributes either.
So what you’ve been taught is all wrong.


Then why am I here?

You can come here anytime that you wish.

That’s right, I did choose to be here didn’t I?

Yes, you did.
We can be together whenever you want.
The ecstasy of your union with me is yours anytime you want me.
Not just here but at the drop of a hat or the feel of the wind
On your face, or the sound of a cricket under a silvery moon.
And especially in a new born babies breath.


I felt you in my last breath.

Yes, I am always there.
I’m there in your first living thought as with your last.
I am here with you now, even until the end of time.
Your union with me is always complete.
It simply always was, always is and always will be.
For you and I are one – both now and forever more.


I didn’t do right by the gift of life that you gave me, did I?

But you are here with me now, is that not what you wanted?

But if I hurt myself, I must have hurt you.

You created your own reality, that is the gift that I gave you.

And I abused the gift, did I not?

I will not judge you for what you chose to create.

I’ve never felt so much love.

It’s because you’ve never chosen to know of it.

Is it possible for me to make another choice?

Always and forever – anytime you do not like what you have
Created you can think again and create a different reality.


I think I want to do that.

There you go, just put that word “I” in front of what you
Want to create and know yourself in that reality.
Go now and re-make your life as a statement of our truth.
Cause your days and nights to be filled with your reflections
On the highest ideas within you – the ones you now know.
Do it through the expression of our love,
Eternal and unconditional for all those lives you might touch.
Be a light unto the darkness and curse not the light.
Be a bringer of light.
You are that, my son.
So be it.*


*“We’ve got a pulse.”
“Give him some oxygen.”
I heard those words and shortly thereafter
“Welcome Back” as I opened my eyes.

The voice was a feminine voice and she was holding my hand.
So I’m here again, now.
So when you read what I write,
Read it with this in mind.
I am no longer a jealous, vengeful nor angry being.
It’s still me but I’m not the same.
I was dead before I died.
And now I live life in the hereafter - the one after I arrived.
This is not going to be a poem. Please bear with me as I try to explain something important to me. I am getting responses (Hello Poetry email) from children. I want for the Hello Poetry community to pull together and find a solution. Some of these kids are expressing to me that they do not have anyone that cares about them.

Since my NDE I can tell you that this is not unusual for me. On my property I have all sorts of animals that regularly congregate in my yard. Many different species, sometimes animals who you would think are dangerous to one another can often be seen together on my property. I’ll leave it at that other than to say that many of these wild animals have become my friends. They innately trust me and I trust them. Everything from bears, coyotes, deer, turkeys, hawks, eagles, turtles, snakes, rabbits, lizards, squirrels, and raccoons can often be seen in my yard or on my porches. You are going to say that I feed them. I do not. My property is very small but it backs up to a property that is leased and protected by the Army Corp of Engineers. I only mention this because I do believe that humans are sometimes curious about me too. Maybe this is why these children are writing to me.

I respond to these kids and tell them that it is inappropriate for me to talk to them. As one user pointed out to me, a child has a completely different mindset than an adult has. A child is a precious thing and so impressionable.  Like some of the animals that appear in my life, sometimes I help them in some way. If their injured I either help them myself or get them medical attention. If something in their environment threatens anyone of these animals I try to mitigate the threat.  That’s not said to put a feather in my cap. It’s just how I view life now. So now we come to these kids. Just like my animal friends, I feel concern for these kids. I have seen some of the writing about there being a writer on this forum who is not being a good steward when it comes to the children on this site. In the hopes to promote a better stewardship and responsibility toward the children on this site I propose that we pool our resources together and make a concerted effort to provide a safe haven for these kids. What I would like to see is a few of you woman step forward and offer to mediate for us guys who receive email from a child. Someone that we can forward the info of the child to so that a motherly individual can take part in gently leading these children into a safe or safer mode of communication.  I’m sure that I am not the only one that they are emailing. It could be that a few are not even kids. I don’t know. But like the animals that sometimes are curious enough to come to my hand when I reach out to them, there’s just something in me that I cannot turn away or ignore these kids. I need help. Maybe you guys could organize a plan for communicating with some of these kids. It just is not safe for them to be writing to complete strangers.
Email me if you feel compelled to help or if this is happening to you as well. Here’s an example of one of the correspondences that I’ve had…

A….redacted  15h
Follow me on Instagram please ? || @..... redacted
***** Shakysphere  14h
Hi and thanks for the invite but I don’t chat with kids. Have a great day and please be careful talking to strangers.
A…redacted  14h
Okay ; sorry for disturbing. You
***** Shakysphere  13h
Not a problem. Just be careful on the web.
A….redacted  13h
Got you - thanks for looking out for me not many people care about me

The above is a 14 year old.  
They say it takes a community to raise a child. I’ve raised two mostly by myself.  Any suggestions or ideas on how we as a community can reach out to these kids and help them and protect them would be appreciated.
Muzaffer Mar 2019
Jul Sezar anısına...


geldin mi. dedi rüzgar
yelesi’nden kavrayıp kır atı
meçhule kanama bu ihtirasların

ilişme. dedi bulut
biraz nefes alsın
biter geri dönünce
çekilir damardan
nevrotik ızdırapların

bir damla bıraktı yağmur
terli dudaklarına
gülüyordu miğferine şimşek

iniverdi yere
baktı yüzüne Sezar’ın
gördün mü. dedi

yeşiller al’a döndü sen gelince
ne kadar üzgün Alesia
duymuyordu Galia fatihi

sürdü atı o hızla
görmüş gibi Getorix’i
parlayan gladiusunda

dur! dedi kasırga
bu kadar kafi
yeter bastığın Zile

geldin
gördün, yendin
oysa
hançer kadar kısa hayat
hançere’nde bileylediğin...
jordan Feb 2020
nde
i learned that
we humans
futiley strive to

bind the unbroken
heal the whole
divide the unbreakable
conquer the almighty

all are one
treat the other as yourself
all are one
there is nothing to fear
all are one
there is nothing to lose
all are one
live in peace
Muzaffer Mar 2020
geldin mi. dedi rüzgar
yelesi’nden kavrayıp kır atı
meçhule kanama bu ihtirasların
ilişme. dedi bulut
biraz nefes alsın
biter geri dönünce
çekilir damardan
nevrotik ızdırapları

bir damla bıraktı yağmur
terli dudaklarına
gülüyordu miğferine şimşek
iniverdi yere
baktı yüzüne Sezar’ın
gördün mü. dedi
yeşiller al’a döndü sen gelince
ne kadar üzgün Alesia
duymuyordu Galia fatihi
sürdü atı o hızla
görmüş gibi Getorix’i
parlayan gladius’unda

dur! dedi ölüm
bu kadar kafi
yeter bastığın Zile
geldin
gördün
yendin
oysa
hançer kadar kısa hayat
hançere’nde bileylediğin

Memory of Julius Gaius Caesar..
CharlesC Oct 2017
'Tis the time of the year
when death comes to visit
in a friendly way..
In this season we are offered
the experience of death
hidden in laughter of children
dressed in their frightening best
vocalizing: Trick or Treat..!

Perhaps it is a form of an NDE
Near Death Experience
in a community sense..
A tricking of death
exposed in light and laughter..
Experiencing death before we die..
Giving our temporary attention..

But then reflecting:
What else is temporary
and what is permanent..?
Thoughts and perceptions
of course
just come and go..
These mind things rise
and very soon die..
And what remains..?
Life itself remains..and
when we lastly depart..with
our thoughts and perceptions..
Life again simply remains...?
I know there's no way I'm the only one there is
That life has tested ever so
But in reality I feel just so protected by
Over time powers of which I really do not know
I've had my share of broken bones
Fell off a two story building once but into sand
I've been shot and stabbed and months in a coma
But thanks to God and whatever I still stand
I've experienced an NDE long ago it's true
They say I died and was dead eight minutes long
My mother stood nine years after she died at my bed
And she looked extremely well and very strong
I've lived with a real ghost in an England in a house
And though she was the very most loving oldest soul
She always gave all in that house a welcomed feeling
And yes she was real and from the very early days of old
I've gotten to travel this entire world a few times
And learned ever so much from university life
All of life's education has me knowing but humble
As so many others still on earth are so very much in strife
There I have to believe are so many that still take care
Of souls that are upon earth and very still much alive
But not knowing all about the after as some say they do
I to this day know such love and in this life I thrive
Now though this may appear to just be another poem
Every bit of it in Gods name if it's a lie than may I die
But I wish in Gods name all could be as sure as I am
There's powers that'll watch over us until the oceans dry.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011
THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET
AFTER THIS
By Terrence michael Sutton, www.PoetryPoem.com/aussiepoet    

AFTER THIS
I don't know if it makes others feel at ease
But re an experience I had once it's true..
When comes the time to move up the line
There is someone we knew waiting for you..
We here and now are spirits deeply within
But being in a material world here and now..
Those spirits need to be in a material body
To do the things it needs to do somehow..
This now class upon earth is a material class
And it's here that us as spirits function true..
To learn and experience the basics of it's life
Of right wrong , of real true love right through..
But after it's time to later cross over that line
No body of any material form is needed there..
The spirit there can function without one at all
And comes a feeling that's beyond compare..
I died once due to as they call it an NDE
And no way I wanted at all to in any way return..
But not being my time I was told to go back
As my material candle had further yet to burn..
My own father met me and he said to me then
That he'd be there waiting for me on that day..
And that he himself would meet me in that place
Take my very hand and there he'd show me the way..
So when we go or pass on from this class as we do
There is always a loved one we knew to take our hand..
And show us where it is we are going to in time
To a place and a feeling ever so wonderfully grand..
However we hang around for awhile here in spirit
To check on only how those left behind are here..
To try and comfort them as best in spirit we can
Those we loved and loved us with feelings sincere..
When in the next class of spirit only we find our way
To once again see those we missed so dearly then..
And they will welcome us all of them so happily
As time there is not the time we knew back when..
So worry not as they there can see our tears
And would rather us know that they are fine..
There is no religion there all are ever so simply one
There in a place where back here we'd call divine..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016







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What I remember of what was or had to be an NDE ..
Believe this or not so help true to the letter ..

I had , Had an accident ..I remember being taken to hospital .. And for some
reason placed in intentive care .. I remember that ..
After that comes the following .. I sat up and the hospital staff were in total
shock much to my surprise .. Them staring at me saying .. Your Alive ..
Of coarse I was alive .. And felt fine .. I said I must have what ? Blacked out
for awhile .. They said you've been in a coma for 3 months .. I said bull-sh..t ..
They showed me a calender and the date I was brought in ..And the then date ..
It was 3 months .. Far as I was concerned it was the same day I arrived ..
They said as well you were pronounced dead for 8 minutes .. I said to them
really ?? ..Then I got this memory flash .. I asked could I speak to the head
nurse I'd been talking to before .. She was busy .. Much later she came sat
beside of me must have been 2 days later at 4 a m ..And she asked was I ok ..
Yes fine .. But I got a memory stuck in my mind of being in another place ..
She asked where ?? I said I only remember everything the brightest white ..
My own father came to me and said .. You have to go back right away ..
I felt so unknowingly brilliant and totally stress free as I'd never felt and said
no way .. I feel so good ..He said You have to go back NOW .. You have so
much more to do .. Looking into the distance I saw an ocean of peole all
dressed as he was .. Then a voice I will and could never forget coming from
all over with volume but compassion said HE HAS TO GO BACK NOW ..
And I then woke up with you lot staring at me in total shock ..
And you telling me I'd been in a coma for 3 months .. Some time later I woke up
as must have passed out again and instead of being on the Gold Coast I was in a
hospital in toowoomba QLD with my ( now ) ex wife telling me they brought me to this hopsital in Toowoomba .. A Phychiretrist asking me you ok ?? I said I feel
****** fine .. He asked me endless questions and said .. He's got a more inteligent
mind than I have ..  I told her this and she said out of the blue you just died ..
Dead for 8 minutes .. We'd long given up .. ould not believe it ourselves ..
We were in shock but had decided after all tests you were dead ..And we'd left
you there while doing what next had to be done .. Coming back and you sat up ..
She said she burst into tears and the others were in shock ..
I know with all the honest I possess what happened but could no way explain it ..
My dad had been dead himself 40 years ..I know theres no time as such as here
that exists there .. And I'll never could never forget that voice .. Many years later
on then married to my now wife in the Philippines now 2011 as that lot happened
in Australia 1976 .. I was stressed out over something and had walked outside
to get some air .. In a dark room I'd walked passed there a tallest figure of a man dressed in a light brown robe with shoulder length hair said to me ( him standing in the almost dark ) are you ready to come with me now .. I said without thinking NO I've much to do & I took 3 steps THEN realizing what I'd saw & heard went right back and the room was empty..
THE TRUTH SO HELP ME ..This is as TRUE as I am breathing oxygen ..
I've been told by my own then I was not in any coma .. Time DOES NOT EQUAL TIME WHERE THAT PLACE IS .. However the medical staff have it on record I most surely was ..But I know this earths idea of Heaven is a fabrication .. The place I was at is in my heart mind & soul above Human complete Comprehention ..

The absolute truth
IN ALL I AM ..
terrence michael sutton
Re 1976
He'd been dead over 40 years .. I have no problems with who
believes this or does not ..
Tom Shields Jan 2021
I have been joking about suicide in conversation lately
as though to hyperbolize despair for comedy;
I think about the front-face of my personage and begin to hate me
the attempt I made was no laughing matter,
where is the karma, belated cancelation by the speech-policing PC society
I'm no good, I might be half crazy, they credit me with trauma, documented history
it sounds like I actually signed a paper for a NDE
the trick to trigger warnings are wasted on me,
you don't yell "Fire!" in a crowded theater before you turn off your TV

Sometimes, lately, I wonder if it's a red flag flying from my teeth
like my tongue, freshly squeezed stinging cuts from my gums
anxious laughter, am  I    just    pulling on the leg of my legacy,
by behaving questionably, a poet or a lunar misunderstanding,
eyes wide like two new moons, an hourglass with sand outstanding
talking to myself to be heard by someone else, a prideful soliloquy of lunacy,
ergo the ego bends my silver spoon,
and I'll be digging through these glass walls with it soon
entranced to a tune, dancing like a loon, this window-pain, you don't know,
trust is such a boon and bane,
I swoon for a swain, a drop of admiration is tanks of fuel in motivation
a kind word, risk the sonic pendulum that separates my lane
to a bitter attention getter, doused with dense sweat in winter
get this steam-storm off my brain
condensed intensity contained, I want to explode; restrain
into the chest, deep winds drawn
the humid reflux, insomnia, a long yawn

I think too often of how I'll be remembered
when there's far too much life to live
how or if I settle into any memory is in this awareness, to make not of my concern
for I have kept alive too many I resented and reviled
on a pyre of hatred that I alone fed to burn
the smoke choked my thoughts all the while
to let it go from inferno, to embers, to ashes I had to learn
patience and defiance of a forced perception
that to be nothing is equality,
everything you are seen to be is a corruption
lenses of opinion that obscure purity
oddly, the punchline shares each conception,
and given the destination, why don't more people laugh at the journey?
write
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